Bob, You're quite welcome.
I had not thought of "cotillion."
Incidentally, the famously reticent
Mr. Wilbur, when I somewhat boorishly
caught him at a reception and told him
how wonderful I thought the buried sense
of the "caller" was in this poem,
simply beamed at me. And kept on beaming...
with no reply! But then, I think he was
beaming at everybody. Reticence and dignity
and decorum don't begin to cover this subject!
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